I often think of autumn as the golden season, so many colours to see. Here is a poem I have written to share with you all.
Why don’t we take a hike?
The berries are round, ready and ripe
A picnic for two, there’s nothing better
Wrapped up well? Let’s set off together
Horses neigh and cows a-moo
It’s pure delight, just me and you
Dry bright leaves, russet and yellow
The air here is so mild and mellow
Harvest time is here again
We amble down a country lane
Melts away stresses and strain
Huddle under trees, shelter from rain
Birds chatter, a sharp shrill song
Now the evenings aren’t so long
When summer bids a final goodbye
The clouds then gather in the sky
Rabbits run and frogs a-leap
Memories here, I’ll always keep
This golden season, I’m sure to remember
That autumn begins sometime in September.
Written by Sharon Boothroyd